3:AM Magazine

Night Swimming

By Alan McCormick & Jonny Voss

Each summer’s night Beatrice and Marie Von Sudenfed arrived for a skinny dip (though Beatrice would keep her pants on) under the lustrous silky moon. They skipped amongst the pond flowers on the bank that led into the water. The air swooned with perfumed flowers and the light warm scent of the young women’s skin.

Suddenly a puff of pheromone escaped the lively, watery earth like pollen from a flower sac and rose and swirled and blossomed into the form of a proboscis-quiffed teddy-boy-flower. His stem straight and firm like iron; his beady eyes fixed on Beatrice as if he wanted to scoop off her pants and impregnate her. She felt the aroused intent in the air and shied away, whilst Marie Von Sudenfed, the elder and more experienced of the two, reached over to wring his neck. The teddy-boy-flower ducked out of her grip and appeared to evaporate away.

But later as the moonlight cracked and seeped amongst the branches of the trees, his fine misty tentacles could be seen caressing over the water as the girls swam out to the nervous centre of the pond.